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1 min. 19 secs. left
...it's all in the days' work, so how do you get me outside
I been quaranteening myself against the strides to take my life
being a recluse as my way of life, to be in-touch with me
mighta' saved your life had the protocol to reach me not been breached
one minute and nineteen seconds left bringing you to the date
I was judged in the same way that I'm a' judge who b. in my way
if you accepted false peace, then martial law's your end result
around me though I perform my martial art to end these cults
now trump is ironically the trumpet bringing up easter
and church gatherings, funny how I don't get word from my people
about who I am, who I'd rather be is recognizable
so my cleansing's ironically downsizing your world's populous
the u.n. cannot demand shit 'cause my house was never their shed
or shelter, though their sneaker prints done tried to set foot on my steps
the staircase to He'll's paradox, shot down in an elevator
to meet face-to-face with satan's son to say it to his face it's
eternal war that I'm waging, you can't afford to make payments
but done ignored me 'til my corona's searing the staged pavements
ownership's to your own neglect, that's all you have left 'til you're dead
to face me flipped back to your death eternally, my practice hence...
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message from the king
...the streets owe me for how my c8usin thais was moving in 'em
her old boyfriend casually spoke of foes his crew was killing
and they was on my marked-for-death list no sooner than he rapped
about shit as-if to impress me with who he body-bagged
I'm stricltly protocol as well as the protocall, copy that
not as-if you can, but comprehend south phil' embodies wrath
and as to why is that, see, that line of questioning's bodied fast
I grew up not knowing the effect I have was the common fact
I been vacationing in west philly since 1999
south philly's hate-to-heat been some for-real shit stressing out the mind
the message from the king is I, david grinds out goliath's eye
on late nights, everything's so tight-lipped, shoulder shrugs are alibies
we're on the other side a' who survived, if jackub's jaqueline
'cause I won't be named antoinette, because my name is anthony
congratulations, '12 is done, u won't make it past '21
my calculations are the sum of 13X all who I was
to what I've become all at once, only I landed on the moon
planted my flag, man on the moon, only I ran up in her womb
whatever I tell her she do, 'cause if she fails me once, she drowns
ankle bracelet's an anchor now, l8lita salivates her mouth
before shaping another sound as I'm being made more prononced...
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covert i.d. for code 19 [63 secs. to judgement cont'd]
...wanting to go head-up against me is a death wish without a doubt
it's the same shit that you do when you have the drive without a route
and as uranus mine, I spill my seeds out into your mouth
since being so eager to eat my children, bitch what is you now
eat your insides out, I know this ain't stopping because it's my
arrival time, the freight train with no more brakes, u out of time
your race of being's a thing that ends up dead at the finished line
my dick replacing your spines for the attempt to diminish mine
covert i.d. on al-mahdi the mahfia, that's code 19
my origin's the 2-3 lot to wind up repping 1-9 street
only I can clean the mess up, but u opt to keep contesting
when u find you're doing my will regardless, your pleads are deafening
see, paper money's relevant to identity negligence
of my frenemy's best attempts to hide from me what's evident
of his character...
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66 secs. to judgement cont'd. [2020 vision day '99]
...so black people, do you actually want to reach zion as physical beings
to see where I been coming from, the depths of my infinite springs
you feed into wizards and witches brews, drink the drips from its steam
simon-peter never cared for my sheep, cain done left them as strays
that's big brother's surveillance for you lames, when he's scared and be praying
he can dodge and duck my death sentence he gave me with surveillance
of my every move and telegraphed thought, but I stilled myself
in order to be still myself even though they done rigged my stealth
so now I fire luc's cipher, and seth can move geiger counters
as nervous as he is about when I decide he don't mount up
to a shit stain for his attempt to play brother against brother
as-if each finger of his tied to strings on limbs of each puppet
to have philadelphia housing false peace amongst its subjects
so u done stopped my murder spree and transferred it to your covid
covert i.d. of 19 qu'ranteen, have your moon block the sun
tzu-wuhan while using my own war tactics in your coup de grace
to zion, but u imposters want no parts of that punishment
so yeah uncle ben', that is my fight that noone has fought with me...
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wu future reps
...my young bro' l.e.k. had the big wu chains swinging on him
master allah ruled savior never clone he claimed was his co-d.
I seen the god walking out f.y.e.'s store, so I leaped out
the bus I was on, because that's my corner my team been on
I had to question brother, so you're wu' right? yeah sure you right
from the wu' future chamber, been vagabonding en route to sites
so from that point on I built with him, that was at cipher born
just about eleven years ago, I knew then who I am to 'em
the other future wu' rep whom I met was at 125th
an easter sunday, black jesus from the tribute to harlem's six
scroll back through the lessons, what I been mentioned, what should convince
2020 visionaries would take immensely prepared steps
my brother enoch showing me pics on his porch of young dirty
and ghostface's son visiting him early, the womb's surgery
caesarian sectioned me out, the doc' german, so I was told
barvarian 1776er story's untold
my nigga is adolf hitler for-real, woody himself won't know
but whatever effort to silence us was not at-all thought through...
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the eagle's lost
...now, what is it, iran and iraq, a vow of death to the u.s.
the eagle's lost, living the lie his handlers impressed on him
scorpion king, huh, lion on his fake birth certificate
the wtc shut me out from its site the first of this
first month of 2020, but the wtc should had
been reached me since '93, sue wut should be their punishment
gods not in-touch with me the living word, just rhetoric
I am not doomed to repeat myself, some day I'll be dead
leaving behind the books I stacked, an unfulfilled life nonetheless
but never gave up rights to shit, I vow to take your lives for this
up to this point is what it's been, I can be reached by my nation
through shells, I am god father all-law of the corporation
the u.s.a. is such a joke, that l.o.l. isn't for jokes
and israel will be the first charred remains signaling smoke
for pointing fingers, cigar guilloutines to every third knuckle
a dead man or female walking just for every heard chuckle...
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54 secs. to judgement
...candle light dinner's when the food ate is from the hammer light's trigger
alleged random type victims not understanding why this is
red a doctored-up brochure fabricated 'bout the grounds in which
they found after-the-fact about the grounds on which I'm dousing pits
my He'll fire's to drowsy lids to burn off, eyes have no excuse
fillies been acting like they ain't scene me here until I'm refuse
with no refuge, I barely move because of such, I don't excuse
a tongue's slip, world-according-to-garp to a bitch still talking loose
because to talk up luc' is all it do, my dic' will reserect
with all due respect out of ermias' death, the chills that u get
whether switching to summer goose bumps, nervous twitch your s.o.s
my mandate to hip-hop was don't let evidence of hoods defect
my bloods showing up on lucyfer's steps, demons sent to murder
me anthony christopher, anthony [21] and christopher [19] murdered
the time span '19 to '21, and 5.6 of '19 done
set in motion the end game on nine eleven two thousand one's
wtc buildings' site, I'm not volleying back-and-forth
your front and back is gone, for u there's no more chance for backing off...
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7 secs. to judgement [can I be re-membered]
...sue wu't fillies been holding is potent, I'm ain't-I-christ my opponent
never caught on to philly life, tried to both own and disown me
show you what philly's really like, my killers I was really 'round
360 degree farenheits showed me how to be really down
I feel like they won't let me live, wanna' describe me as a myth
my nervous system is the bridge they trying to melt to the crisp
and all I wanted was a b8tch to nurse me back to proper health
when she chose what I'm up against, I knew gay's the improper spell
lucyano's gaze shit I'm bound to kill, direct heat to his grill
fillies shoulda' known they downed me in that elevator to He'll
the cov'i.d. 19 should consider backing off my people's necks
I know where he lives and I know his people scene me flip the hex
whomever I kill's a surgical procedure, burden me with
your woes-is-me shit, and I'll leave you smoked with no hickory chips
the mystery just dissipates, my story will now fix your face
straight into a submissive state to me, how I untwist your face...
Last edited by ChristO; 09-24-2020 at 04:24 PM.
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the express
...gods got 60 seconds to catch up to the left hand I write with
jag' issued the summons, my drive still tireless living lifeless
niggas cockblocking me's an offense that carries the death sentence
bitches side-eyeing me like I'm a perv' end their own best wishes
hypocritics owing me them regardless what they been thinking
bitch, if you don't bend to my will, just plank dead into a stiff then
the time my word manifests their intention should be the express
gestation a nanosecond or less between what I expressed
to evidence onto the physical world of my word's intent
and j.a.g.'s to make sure I'm getting paid upfront for my services
what kind of plea u copping with "end racism" on your end zones
and ain't stop playing games yet, but a merger can't stop your end though
such irony to never give up rivalry and hide from me
to the bitter demise of your apocryphal-ass mockeries
what doesn't stop though is the strong delusion I send fading in
nycers thought it was nice, but I'm tonyc to seal the fates of them
wherever they migrated to, my patients shoot right to their tombs
I'm still fillies exclusive thru-and-thru, philly might want me too
where I was last scene alive fifty-two years ago wanted rooms
now is it true a philly crew's my killers, you ain't want this truth
revealed, vs landlords are evicting first, then collect past-due rent
no statute of limitations for theft, jac', this the thanx you get
my black thought's in position now, quit bitching now, you asked, you get
like I said, I'm the only one who makes the profit, jackalyne...
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bamboozled pt. 13 [parabellum: the key of david]
...in other words, david is the key, and that be the lord's tariq
not of the b-x but of s.p., no synthetic cross of breed
the original authentic, to leave vs be been hard for creeps
my people not aware of where I been does much to starve the streets
if fillies protecting me from being taken away to be
from somehwere else, there's nowhere else I'm from, misstakes done gave up treats
the greatest trick pulled by the devil so far is cov'i.d. 19
the lamest shit though's with it in your face you ain't notice one thing
antebellum's before the war, parabellum's prepare for war
therefore the bellum is the war, cerebellums got wherewithal
between vs, jackalyne best practice abstinence of assy lips
to dig up the roots incinerates your bones beyond ashy lips
the black inc. been spearheaded by the son of the late thomas x
to pay homeage in days of duress, it should not have come to this
come '21 the campaign in effect floods shit stains down the legs
of scabs, I gut out infidelphia's framework, it costs to live
give up your loved ones, I do work from off the grid though on the grid
breonna taylor murdered by some cops who got slapped on the wrist
and let go, breonna means virtuous, taylor daps up your threads
I been figured a means to luau the pigs though halal's my dish
being david's the key and I been flipping the hex since my teens
there is no way to flee, collars are bear traps, through flesh sinking teeth
my uncle holds 2-3rd and watkins down now where thought used to be...
Last edited by ChristO; 09-27-2020 at 10:45 PM.
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when hitler wears hermes, pt. 2 [the con is our mark]
...yeah woody, bro' can you tell what's going on, the moment all
of this comes to an end, but I won't let it 'til the debt is for-
warded to me personally, did you get when I wrote to you
"welcome to the eternal dam nation" that'd be myself and you
chali con tagged his handle on the note I wrote to you, and then
your response was that you are the true heart, that's much realer than him
later I found that you had a battle of guns between his side
and ours, to hear from your reservoir dogs the details deep and wild
what isn't my business I don't get into, by my own wisdom
figuring you're no other than the one known as adolf hitler
that's adam flipped, and eve's my mother again, named alicia
the virgin rose mary, my musicican dad claimed he's atheist
you said I ought to tap his pockets and shake him down every chance
as I matured, I came to know he owed himself more than I planned
to take him for, abandoning me had nothing to do with it
I ain't hate him, I was thankful 'cause I know who I'm fooling with
this nigga chali con act like he don't know who he's feuding with
when I see him, I'm knowing shit ain't peace just by the mood I'm in
the 2-4 jupiter symbol's because woody's been on the block
only south philly reps it, north ain't up on the cooks in our shop
con, between me and woody, you're a mark, he ain't gotta' say shit
that's my brother, I knew him since his baby shoes, not a day's been
without treasonous acts tied to you con, you know darth vador's been
your dad, woody's got star wars posters up, dark's not for fading skins...
Last edited by ChristO; 09-25-2020 at 09:28 PM.
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enter the congo pt. 10 [the sike op']
...so give me americas face to paste, find yourselves in my way
you did this to yourselves when laid to waste, your own guns lit your face
how would you explain that, nowhere around vs safe, we found your safes
the black wombs you defaced giving your tapes away, she's now my slave
any seed of yours that she birthed is hearsed in haste, burned at the stakes
too high for you to add your two senses to, you won't smell nor taste
the con is under my rule, 1-9 calls me ruler, that's the facts
covert i.d. reps the 1-9 years the moon syncs, is that the fact
qu'ran code 19, that's a wrap, because al-mahdi can't figure
how I figured him, that's simple, every move you made, that's your ass
if bitches don't put me in them, the black ones, and the corona's
the crown I put on my queen because I own him, noone told ya'
this some dog-day afternoon shit, the psych op's on all intruders
con's lineage from haiti can't voodoo his way out his noosed neck
he must obey me or every inch he gon' feel penetrate his
pelvic as-if he's still my femme from ethiopa's desert
the hip-hop the b-x claims 'cause pelan's where I said they all live
as-well as the con's origin as zulu's nation in north phil'
though chaka zulu's from south phil', this just another vantage point
repetative as it may be, you didn't get my last reports
no way at-all to reach me when protocol breach done trashed your ports...
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19 secs. to judgement, cont'd. [da' 5 bloods]
...so 21 seconds to judgement was sum days ago, the range of lo's
frequency prompt the change of clothes cross the u.s. landscape for souls
what you expect from me shoulda' expected the same from yourselves
I'm not entertained for a bit, your bloods stains remain on the shelves
how is my god? he said philly's blooded-out, I begged to differ
cut off my ties to him until he listens, I'm dead 'til risen
the lost angel sent me his proposition seven-four circa
my theme music's lyrics are cries of help to me come full circle
da' 5 bloods be a spike lee joint...survive vs? buk shot each knee joint
remind vs where you scene da' 5 at, twelve monkeys, cottage cheese forts
we lift the guns to, give up funds to vs, extortion's my birthright
identify with the lost angels, you forfeit your own birthrights
only the handfull is the band who through patients read your wavelengths
brief cases are mini fridges, that's the business of cold casers
my dick expand in height and width until it asphixiate them
nine eleven event 2001 perpetrating satanists
fillies/b8tches protect their sun who I be, so who's next to run
for their lives, there's no way in or out from vs, past due rent's your funds
that's owed to vs, nevermind your past owning up, you owe me blood
buckets your capillaries tapping out to give to show me love...
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now I'm a' ex-communicate this wtc site from the wu'tang.
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